A fallen angel weeps tacit cries.
Invisible tears stream down her face and dry up like a rose in a book.
Beautiful, she is for I have lack of a better word.
But her pain runs deep like basins and valleys.
Pain that rises in her eyes and sets in her tongue,
Pain that wipes away the condensation in the mirror.
Pain that makes Absolute taste unsure...
She deserves to be loved,
From the folicles of her hair down to her toe nails.
She deserves a thrown.
Let me be the one to untangle the strands of your trust and weave them together to patch up a wounded heart.
Together we could muffle the sound of the rain hitting the pavement with your sweet melodic moans.
Together we can kiss the sky and make love to the ground we stand on.
Let me revive you, fallen angel.
Let me tell you all the pretty truths and sweet everythings that simply reiterate how unworthy i am to hold a queen in my arms.
Let me kiss away all the bruises and hold a mirror up to your face to show you perfection's reflection.
Let me love you, simply.
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